The tiny cells, orbs with medieval pike like protrusions, fought for their existence. Now fully personified in Kate’s mind, she watched with more tightness in her chest than a rational scientist should. This was a control group after all. The warriors using a now obsolete version of her adaptation engine, they were supposed to die. Still, having watched them develop their rudimentary defenses during the desperate attempt at survival had been endearing.
AS-7 was now finishing off the few remaining orbs, an...
Wilms stepped forward and put his hand on the bulkhead to peer inside. “It's perfectly dark.”
From where she stood Kate could see he wasn't quite right, the light from the damaged mess hall spilled in a short distance revealing little of the floor beyond. Past this small illumination Wilms was correct however. Nothing could be seen.
“Hold on a moment.” Dr. Fell said excitedly, and he bolted from the room back toward their cabins. A moment later he reappeared and produced what appeared to be a small pen...
An almost inaudible "no" escaped her lips.
Dr. Fell made a deep guttural sound while turning around and grabbing his knees. Wilms had grabbed his forehead, covering his eyes and seemed to be in deep thought. Abel and Kate simply stared.
Abel brushed passed her, raising her eyes to follow where he was going she saw the target he was heading for. An angle grinder used for shaping metal was running, bouncing energetically around on the floor, the area around it looking like an art project plastered with hi...
The door swung open. A modern room presented itself. Cavernous in comparison to the smaller rooms in the other stations. Across from them a large set of doors and a control panel.
"It's... a transport station." Kate said, "For a tram or something."
Kate and Abel walked to the control panel. Wilms, having taken the lab coat off of Fell still grasped him by the shoulders and they walked behind the now apparent leaders of their little gang.
"Can our little friend hack it?" Kate gestured to Abel's pocket....